On Saturday afternoon my Oklahoma cousin, who has almost the exact same name as I do, our initials are JACB, and her name is Jane, called me from Merced (about a half hour south of here). I hadn’t seen her in over 20 years. She spent the night and we shared stories of our youth and what has happened with us since then. This mighty warrior woman is traveling all over the country alone sleeping mostly in her van. When she comes to something she wants to see, she camps there. Kind of Steinbeckian. My dad used to show up unexpectedly like that, and it was shades of the old days. I totally loved it. She went to church with us Mother’s Day, and then she was gone. I think these kinds of gifts are totally God presents. Thank You, Lord. Go with God, Janie.
Published by Jane Carlile Baker, Author, Editor, Teaching Consultant
Jane has loved writing from the time she learned to hold a pencil. Her writing journey moved from that pencil to personal computers through the seventies, she edited for a hospital public relations department. The eighties found her owning a public relations business, publishing newspaper and magazine articles, and directing communications for a large church. In the nineties she published her first book and led critique groups and writers' workshops. In the twenty-first century she became a teaching consultant for the National Writing Project, published several more books, and began an editing business. Jane also loves raising chickens, dogs and alpacas, gardening, oil painting, swimming and hanging out with her family. View all posts by Jane Carlile Baker, Author, Editor, Teaching Consultant